“Human meat!“, the headline proclaimed. Meat grown in the laboratory from human stem cells. Healthier and not cruel to the continued slaughter of living creatures. The perfect politically correct solution offered to the crisis of affordable food! The fertilizer come from dissolved human remains as recently voted into permissability by several West Coast Liberal leaning state legislatures. “Human meat!“, yum! Post term elective abortions of delivered fetuses. “Come now Mr. Jones it isn’t right to continue to believe that they are viable unless the mother and her doctor decide it’s so!” After all, “Ask your doctor!“, is an appropriate scenario that is televised after every publicly broadcast drug company commercial PSA. Why let a valuable much needed human resource go to waste and be a burden on the taxpayer! “Human meat.”
So many diminished souls living out their increasingly miserable existences in the corner of some shitty little barracks sized apartment rooms. Just another collection of insubstantial pinpoints in a temporal universe of meaningless, day to day, existence each individually embracing the world in a self-engendered folly of it being their own sole creation. Convinced but mutually confounded by the equivalent claims of all their fellow humans as if they were able to transcend the fact of their own insignificance and play God. A constant growing conviction of separate cultural outposts, each equivalent communities independent of any other and self-empowered to be first in line to get what’s best and leave the scraps behind for any other behind them. No core identity stressing similarities. No sense of common purpose. No permanent sense of place. Save to pull up stakes and invade another territory if the pickings are good just like a swarm of locust. Excise the future and amputate the past! Peg your identity on each passing moment of that man-made illusion of ticking time until the Midnight sale comes to a conclusion. “The best stuff goes in the first few of minutes!”
The most major of slightest details in sun baked skin, fist size and brand name sneakers taking precedence. Causing each in the divided corollary of discrete tribes to act, talk and conform to the appropriate stereotype out a passion for social justice. The plague of insider focused economics continues. Loudspeakers and I-Phones declaring, “Congratulations! Bring out your dead mother and she will receive a pre-approved credit line of up to $2,500.” That new dark hood ornament, Espanolo, Italiano, expatriate hairy North African just landed ‘hija‘ now pregnant? Wife to that old white geyser, an Argentinian tango candidate runner-up. If anyone was in town casting for extras they might place bets on the princess as a perfect match for the short fat Asian guy! Flat chested? Fragile? Too tiny? No problem! A walking dessert for those older farts being punished for the crime of advanced age. Bi-gender butch cut oxen-sized fat ass ear-piecing loud-mouthed LGBT stud? “Come Right In!”
Perhaps we should all be thankful for out present misfortunes as things are bound to get worse! Their accumulation forms our present character as a species. Forcing each of us to make a resolution to surrender to a uniform decision that is not of our own making but is of our collective avatars. What is the point of digging deeper in the muck simply to find a lost pearl of unpopular truth? The world always looks more interesting from a street corner curb looking up than from a penthouse picture window staring endlessly at a never changing skyline. What sorts of damnable souls must be possessed by the St. Vitus dance of the daily repression of their own petty wants and demands in public before equally demanding strangers? But never daring to blurt out any unguarded show of who they really are!
Far from the exile imposed upon him by his own land, the old weary sailor sits upon an empty beach of wherever he may end up today. Like crows gathering on the wire, the locals cluster perturbed. Their idle hours are spend re-tooling themselves into intellectual hobo’s by making themselves so small as to not attract attention from the reigning establishment’s wish to haunt. Fun is fun! But things get creepy and deadly serious given no other place to go. The older usual suspects hobble about more pathetically at each visit. Hard of heel with stiff aching bones and grinding joints sore from ticking off the emptiness of time just waiting for the end to arrive. A little closer to final checkout time as the boilerplate type demands on the inside of the hotel rooms door. “Ask your doctor!”
Pains of insincere sympathy go out as the old guard disappears, one by one, by one. Resounding from the old biddy lieutenant in charge of the door who eyes the old, tall, not so bent fellas with a almost lost bygone internal echo of her own once youthful voice chanting in sexual frenzy, “Again and again and again!” Fuzzy vision on the rim of this abyss magnetically drawing forth the walking dead to its ever patient limbo by chanting this oft sung song of Spring. No final goodbyes allowed. Sweet sugar coming round and old warriors rest in lost and found mental drawers like an old Odysseus led around by a wicked sister. “I am completely blind in this right eye and the other one left is failing me!” Defective down and anger’s spy. All bedded down for eternal night by this week’s snake charmer.
But for the rest of you . . .
“My bra strap is showing! Maybe someone will love me?”
“My bra strap is showing! Maybe someone will care?”
“Food bits everywhere in magazine layout explosion perfection.”
“My boyfriend looking perfectly like Vin Diesel”
“My perfect empty vapid well-ordered living Hell of a lonely life!”
“Would you like to look at my pretty tits some more?” “Oh God!, I think I’m sad!”
“I’m not going to shop today!” “It’s not just Victoria’s secret anymore!”
Sometimes you just want it to end. The thought as one looked at their picture realizing that nothing had been the same since their passing. But then things never worked out that way. The kind of person that they had become since then wandering away from the location of their last parting. They went their way and one was going to have to go it alone. Just a series of existential encounters in a long eternal dark night of endless possibilities providing but one chance to get it right. And even that was only for a single passing moment that faded like the flame of a wooden match. The past waits for no one to pick it up and revive it from where it left off. One hadn’t figured on the rest of the world not caring to remember the ways that things had once been. That was too much for anyone to swallow. There was no future in simply looking back and expecting it to suddenly be revived, There was only what you were going to do about it today.
The world, the way it once was versus the way it currently persists in a waking infinity of that ever ongoing never changing currently modern present tense. The definition of that thing called a ‘future’ being something that is in the brightest sense of the same a demonstrably enjoyed illusive thing afforded to someone else in some place else. A place that you are assured every day on the air waves that does really exist by virtue of their inference. Some place you are told is not beyond your grasp. But it is a place, that if you continue to listen to such specious echoes as presented, you will assuredly never ever know. The redacted fiction of a past is under daily revision as noted by the changing trivial headlines of the hour. The fictions behind the manufacture of the illusion of society and culture are supposedly molded by scientifically monitored analyzed statistics. Excuses for continual extenuating errors being used to explain the erratic conclusions which conform to a narrowed sense of indoctrinated self-destructive logic ever implying that surrender of all the most important decisions concerning the conduct of one’s daily life be administered by a machine based A.I. This larger context of existence within a social apparition suggesting that a technological society as actively ruling over all things good and human. Fair and just equanimity suggested by stressing randomly switched alternatives in similarities and differences according to the current playbook of the moment favoring the anonymous unaccountable hegemony as the source of it all.
Rule by constant fear and folly. “Crop and flail!” The distribution of general resources measured accordingly to affording only bare minimum standards of bare individual survival in order to maintain strict control of the mob. The goal of this phantom caste being to draw greater strength through increased levels of price manipulation and taxation of all these necessary staples of basic existence required by the general population. “Boil the Frog!” Your life and the ability to personally find its ultimate potential are no longer of your own to choose. Simply some public feint in a shadow cast by their endless dim reflections about vague stories of endless struggle flashing about haphazardly across the cave’s wall. A ruse that once was used so many endless times to garner support through supposedly defeating every and all repression. That Communist pipe dream of world revolution. Enlist the all the masses in this revolution by actively enslaving them with its false promise of having,”Everything!” The scourge of mankind being in its refusal to see the truth of its own nature to be so easily fooled and led around by their nose ring.
Explaining yourself truthfully to strangers and then stressing your shortcomings in freely relating your own past actions online and then creating a world of false excuses to answer to that other external one which threatens to crush you by using your own passive indifference of its true intentions in doing so as a smoke screen.
If you want to rule a population there are a number of tried and true options one can take:
A. Direct physical intimidation by force of arms! (Problem: expensive and difficult to manage over larger populations to be confronted. A Male based solution.).
B. Indirect intimidation by threat of physical force of arms by the implied threat of another rival! (Problem: How to demonstrate one’s absolute power and infallible prowess to enact violence any other rival? A Male based solution.).
C. Indirect intimidation by threat of being a conduit through a special relationship with a celestial deity! (Problem: Inferring a connection with any natural phenomena and the fate of any resultant victims of same to spread the word of your power. Both Male & Female in solution.).
D. Internally spread cultural demoralization from both within as well as the external ranks of your rival. (Problem: Use paid spies and agents as well as those that have been subsequently affected to help to infect others. Both Male & Female in solution.).
E. Development of allies through enlisting the help of those permanently misguided by your program of demoralization to look in vain for an alternative to the plight of their own kith and kin! (Problem: To play upon animal human nature and inflict a Stockholm syndrome mentality based upon a fundamental need to survive at all costs. A classic Female Solution.)
A redefinition of the basic tenants of personal identity as governed by the inflexible terms of a total compliance to the state in all aspects of one’s existence. The mass apparition of society continuously imposing constant examples of nihilism as the most suitable form of invisible manacles to curb whatever spark of ingenuity that might reside within some random members of the larger herd. Each and every year incrementally increasing the level of overt domination of state control by culling away any spirit of independence from the mob and eliminating any of those that are incapable of fitting into the group. Damaging the psyche of general humanity in a manner not too dissimilar to the practice of modern animal husbandry.
A layered stratum of sociopaths creating psychopaths devoid of empathy for any other beyond a personal appreciation of their own socially modeled platform in proclaiming unique and perpetual victim-hood. No fight left within any of them to resist any extreme request by a designated authority figure of the moment no matter how self-destructive that demand may turn out to be. Those who continue to resist despite then to be assigned to become public martyrs to be put on display before the others who might be tempted to be on the edge of being so. Things that no one in this present society with a steady job and reliable income would dare to challenge lest they risk losing everything themselves.
The pyramid imposing it’s will upon us all.
Send a message for help from another? It never will arrive. It’s their game. Not yours. “Are you tired of playing by house rules?”
“God Bless America!”